By Chris Hewett - Thinking Allowed

Some of us remember “Mr Creosote”, the Monty Python character who, after a light dinner of pate, shellfish, frogs’ legs, caviar, jugged hare with a cream and Grand Marnier sauce, a superabundance of egg dishes, another helping of pate, half a dozen bottles of claret, a Methuselah of bubbly, enough brown ale to float an ocean-going liner and a single wafer-thin mint, finally reaches breaking point… and explodes, all over the restaurant. That was in 1983. Today’s equivalent? The Premiership.
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